Another new story! This one, I plan for it to be about how amazing Hidan's life was before he was forced to join the Akatsuki. Since there was no record of how he joined, I made this for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.

Intro: The night before

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The room was dark, except for a few colored lights that gave the room a sort of erie, dim, empty feel. However, the room was not empty. A single man, sat apon a chair, bleeding from a late night ritual that involved injuring himself as a sacrefice. A scythe was slit into his chest, but somehow he continued to breathe and live as if it weren't there. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was arranged in a sort of satisfied smirk. He lifted his drink to his lips and took a few sips, then set the glass on a small table next to his chair. He gripped the handle to the scythe and pulled it out, splashing blood over the fabric of the chair and the clothing he wore. The chair he sat it appeared to be surrounded in a symbol that consisted of a circle with an upsidown triangle in the center of it. The man opened his unusually pinkish purple eyes, then used his foot to re-ink the diagram and smiled, pleased with his work. He then reached over and grabbed his drink, then finished it off slowly. He stood up and set the drink back on the table, then wiped his lip with the sleeve of his feather cloak and ran his hand over his slicked back gray hair to make sure it remained that way. He walked over to a glittering crystal mirror and smirked at his reflection.

"Perfect."

"Hidan, your bath is ready." A girl, who appeared to be crying, informed him. Hidan turned to the girl from his mirror and grimaced.

"Thanks. And stop fuckin crying, Kiome, it makes me look bad." Hidan said in his beautifully dark voice. Kiome nodded her head and dissapeared in a puff of smoke. "You rape a girl once and she fuckin cries about it her whole fuckin life." Hidan walked toward his tub and stripped down, then got into the sparkling clear water. It was warm, the perfect temperature for the man. He moaned as it slowly washed away the blood from his chest and in place left a tingling, pleasurable feel.

After what felt like hours, Hidan stepped out and dried himself with a silken towel and slipped his feath cloak back on. When you were a jashinist, there was no need for pants or a shirt. Hidan walked out of the bathroom, leaving it just as beautifully as it had been when he had entered. Hidan knew his home was dimly lit, that was the way he liked things. Hidan grabbed his scythe and walked into his bedroom and leaned it against the wall before he colapsed on his king sized matteress and happily sunk his head into the feather pillows.

"A late night ritual every night and I'm blessed with an amazing life like this. If my life were any fuckin better...I have no idea what I'd do." Hidan placed one arm behind his head and held his Jashin pendant, smiling, thinking about how fabulous his life was. "Thanks Lord Jashin-sama. If it weren't for you, my life would be a fuckin pile of shit." He dropped the pendant and let it hang around his neck, pulled his covers up over his body and a smile flashed across his face as sleep overcame him and he drifted off.

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I know this is simply a starting chapter, but reviews would be nice to alert me on how ya liked it.